We headed back for an early lunch and got a call on the radio that Peter had taken a nice waterbuck. We met them down at the river where they were setting up for photos. It turns out Peter spotted the bull and jumped off the truck and then couldn't see him through the acacia. Ruan moved him one step to the side and set up the sticks and the waterbuck dropped at the shot. He was a fine waterbuck and we all celebrated with a coldy at the river.
After a quick lunch we went to a high point to try to spot something coming into the river for a drink. A nice nyala bull fed out of the undergrowth - but he was safe.
A nice nyala bull feeding along the river's edge.
Something glistening in the sun caught my eye. A quick squiz through the Leicas revealed a toothy warthog at 525 metres. I pointed him out to Rick and the stalk was on. It took us around 30 minutes to work our way to a point across the river from where we last saw the warthog. Rick quickly spotted him in the shade digging up the ground. Rick set up the sticks but the problem was we were on the down slope of the riverbank and not only were the sticks slipping but so were my feet. I finally had a few seconds where I wasn't slipping and managed to deck the warthog from 118 metres across the river. He was a nice even warthog. I was over the moon. I had 3 warthogs down and it was only day 3.
The warthog was spotted on the far left of this picture on the opposite side of the river.
Warthog number 3. Nice and even
If anyone hadn't noticed - I love hunting warthog - love it!
The rest of the afternoon was fairly quiet. Wayne and Courtney bumped into a nice big Klippy but unfortunately one horn was broken.
Klippy with a broken horn.
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